Timothy Yeager Poet Rhyme

Ghost In the Graveyard

Behind the old church lies a garden of souls, 
Buried and rooted they rest in their holes. 
Most I had known from my earliest years, 
Others, so ancient, I shed no more tears. 

Some, so far fled that their headstones are worn, 
So weathered you can't read the dates they were born. 
Some are quite fresh, cut straight from the quarry; 
Replacing the flesh, preserving their glory. 

A gravedigger's duty will never be done, 
A daughter today and tomorrow a son. 
My spade breaks the Earth, and as I decline. 
I ask myself worried, who will dig mine? 

Then it all dawned like the first morning's sun, 
Death is the terror that takes everyone. 
And I am a spirit with nowhere to hide; 
A ghost in the graveyard that hasn't yet died.

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 3, 2011 at 6:14 PM Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest Timothy. I wish you the best in the final round. Love, Carol

Poet Destroyer A February 18, 2011 at 4:35 PM a very deep piece this is, the third stanza second line hit me it's sad but true, enjoyed your write,..p.d.